Gothic fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
It was but a very slight symptom of irresolution on her part, but it
gave me the advantage; from that moment I determined to be mistress, and
before we reached the brow of the hill, Madge had quieted to a walk. I
was as white as a ghost, and shook all over, but my companion was
considerate enough not to notice it, and checked with a look, Michael's
exclamations of alarm, as with open eyes and mouth, that attendant
galloped up.
Several miles of country had been got over, before I began, in any
degree, to realize that I was out for the purpose of enjoying myself, or
before I was able to think of anything in heaven or earth, save the
beast I rode.
At last, however, I began to feel, with a sense of exultation the more
elating in proportion to the struggle I had had to gain it, that I had
my horse under entire control, and with that consciousness, color came
to my cheeks, and warmth to my numb hands and feet; I could laugh and
talk then, could see that the sky was clear and sunny, and the country
we were crossing, the very prettiest and most picturesque imaginable;
could feel the wind blowing fresh against my face, as we galloped
rapidly over the open road; or listen, with an ear keenly awake to every
phase of pleasure, to the rustling of the dead leaves beneath our
horses' feet, and the clear ringing of our voices in the still air, as
we sauntered along woody passes, or threaded our way through
unfrequented bridle-paths.
"How delightful it is!" I exclaimed, and my exclamation was echoed in my
companion's look of intense enjoyment. There was a freedom from
restraint, an abandonment to the pleasures of the present, that I had
not seen in him before. Ten years of care and trial seemed lifted from
his brow; a glow of health on his face, and a clear light in his eye,
made him almost handsome; and for the time, it was easy for me to forget
the differences of age and circumstances; it was an involuntary thing to
look upon him as the companion whom most I liked of all I had ever
found; the readiest, the keenest, the kindest; one who understood me,
himself, and all the world; who could govern me, but whose very tyranny
was pleasant; who was, in fact, so far and unquestionably my superior,
that it pleased him to lay aside all differences, and be, for the time,
the companion and equal of a child, whose very youth and ignorance,
appeared the passports to his favor.
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